On their return
“Pssst!”
I turned around with a start.
“Hallo.”
My heart sank. I had always known they would return. Everyone knew they would return. It was just a question of time. But none of us had expected them to return so, so, soon, with such speed and ferocity.
“You are back,” I said resignedly.
“We never left. We’ve always been here,” they said smugly.
1 August 2008 is not light years away. That day that heralded a new currency and the new transaction dispensation minus 10 zeroes. That week coins were all the rage. But we knew it wouldn’t last. Read more
A donation to eternity, A contribution to the future
“You must appreciate that you make history also. For history is a very human thing. We bring it into being by what we do and do not do. Thus, we must understand that everything we do is important and a contribution to that history. Every night we don’t read; every day we refuse to learn our own history contributes to a negative history. There is a quote by King Kheti found in The Husia, the sacred text of ancient Egypt which says, ‘Every day is a donation to eternity, and even one hour is a contribution to the future, ’” wrote one Dr John Henrik Clarke in “Pan Africanism and the Future of the African Family.”
I strive every day, in every way to be the change I want to see in the world, as Gandhi advised. The hwindi is oblivious to this. He is struck in his own rut, which he has been in for a long time now. I don’t know when exactly roles reversed, and we became the meek, servile sheep at his mercy. It wasn’t always like this. Yes there was that time, of crippling transport blues and debilitating winding queues (of course that seems like a description of the present) when they became kings because for a certain fee they could “allow” you- if you were unprincipled enough- to jump the queue. Read more
Hope and lessons for Zim from the Desiderata
Commuter Omnibuses, Harare (PHOTO: FUNGAIFOTO)
An elderly lady was breathing fire the other day. Kombi fares had shot up in the last hour she had come into town, and now on her return trip home, an astronomical fare had come into place. All she wanted to know was why? Did the hwindis, “loaders” and rank marshals think that money grew on some Zimbabwean trees that only they knew?
Needless to say the response she got from one hwindi in particular was less than savoury. It bordered on contempt and gross disrespect for her gender and age. That set her off.
Then she said, “Munoti muZimbabwe mazara huori, saka regai tese tiite huori, asi tiripo vamwe vasina kuora!” (Roughly, you say that Zimbabwe is now full of corruption, so there is nothing wrong with being corrupt, but after everything we have been through, some of us are still not corrupt…” Read more
From the land of the north, they will return
Therefore, behold, the days come, said the Lord, that it shall no more be said, The Lord lives, that brought up the children of Zimbabwe out of the land of Rhodesia;
But, The Lord lives, that brought up the children of Zimbabwe from the land of the north, and from all the lands where he had driven them: and I will bring them again into their land that I gave to their fathers. Read more
Zimbabwe, my love
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When the Sun rises in Zimbabwe
The fish-eagle calls …
And its call echoes across the waters.
But who calls the Sun
Who hears a newborn African child’s cry?
Who hears this cry of a new Zimbabwean dream? Read more
Why this lady still calls Zimbabwe home
The article by gogo entitled “I want to go home” struck a chord in me. It seems that it’s a shared sentiment by millions of Zimbabweans in the Diaspora and at home. I came across this article by Kate Chambers which resonates with the same feelings for the mother country.
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Christian Science Monitor- The soldier sauntered out from behind the barrier, fiddling with a rifle slung across his chest. We had reached Zimbabwe’s Birchenough Bridge, a dusty settlement five hours from the South African border. The soldier peered into the car window. He was young, in his early 20s, I’d guess. “Why didn’t you stop?” he asked. Not for the first time, I wondered whether we were right to return. Read more
